Removing the threads of my wound,
The healing scart its yet raw,
Opening oneself to feelings of what my come,
If only one knew where to close and open anew,
That one may be found and not lost.
The healing scart its yet raw,
Opening oneself to feelings of what my come,
If only one knew where to close and open anew,
That one may be found and not lost.
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